by Amy Hite

Created on: November 17, 2009

"It's a time-honored tradition!" I bark to my wife,

She shrugs in defeat and says, "So this is my life."

I know I've upset her, after all she's been cooking

That fifty pound turkey all morning, I've been looking!

But it's Thanksgiving Day, I say to myself!

Then I turn to her again and I worry for her health.

She's feeling the stress, I can easily surmise,

The in-laws are coming and the meal must surprise.

They know she's no cook, no Julia Child,

So I come to the rescue, if I don't she'll go wild!

I pick up the phone and dial the local gourmet.

It's a grocery store, you see, they'll save the day!

They have all the dishes we need and a turkey to boot.

I throw on my jacket and return with the loot.

Give the wife a sweet kiss and tell her to rest.

She smiles with a sigh and says, "You passed my test."

She turns on the game, says it's what I've earned.

I just missed the kickoff but not the return!

I cheer for my team while I juggle a brew.

This Thanksgiving is perfect, is that all I had to do?

I smile to myself, and prepare for the meal.

When the doorbell starts ringing, I make her a deal.

If you let me watch football every Thanksgiving this way,

Then next year we won't let the in-laws come stay.

She gives me a wink when our guests walk in.

I'm not sure if she agrees, after all, they're my kin.

But then she breezes past and says, "I love you."

And as I watch the quarterback get sacked, I think, "I love you too."

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